In
1988, I became radicalized on a courtroom’s witness stand, when the prosecution
made faces at me as I testified. My paradigm permanently
shifted during that signal moment in a journey of disillusionment
and awakening. The succeeding twenty years of research reflected on this website
has been, in retrospect, largely confined to assembling the details. I use the
word radical in its classic definition, meaning going to the root. My radicalization
meant questioning everything I thought I knew.

Brian
O’Leary recently published his first book in several years, and its
epilogue presented an email that I wrote last year, where
I described the intention behind my writings. Today, our strategies are similar,
although our paths paralleled, crossed and diverged over the years, often in synchronistic
fashion.

While on my path of radicalization,
I encountered fellow travelers, Dennis Lee most
prominently. They were primarily Americans, largely because I am an American
and can only communicate in English. Those others achieved their perspectives
in similar ways, and this essay compares their stories, while also presenting
previously undisclosed anecdotes.

Overgrown
Boy Scouts

Those fellow radicals
had diverse backgrounds. Ralph McGehee was literally
an all-American boy, being an All-American football player at Notre Dame and a
prized CIA recruit. Dennis was raised as a migrant
farm worker and left home at age thirteen. Brian was an Eagle Scout and astronaut
who taught physics at Ivy League universities. We all began our journeys naďvely,
having digested our American indoctrination, and we also needed to honestly
believe in our indoctrination. Because of that questing nature, we eventually
had experiences that demonstrated the depth of the lies that we believed in, which
led directly to our radicalization.

Our
radicalizing moments were usually preceded by experiences that raised our cognitive
dissonance. It took Ralph McGehee his career’s greatest success for his dissonance
to begin developing. Even though the CIA canceled his successful intelligence-gathering
program, Ralph continued his gung-ho ways and volunteered for duty in Vietnam
in 1968. It took a harrowing night in Saigon,
sobbing over photographs of napalmed Vietnamese children, for him to finally figure
it out, sixteen years into his career. Instead of killing himself in protest,
Ralph devoted the remainder of his life to rectifying the situation.

That
voice in my head did not appear as dramatically
as Dennis’s did. Dennis had his first radicalizing
experience in a bank lobby, when he realized that the American nationalism
fed to him was a myth. The paranormal experience that sent me on my journey was
far from my first, and Dennis had an out-of-body
experience before that fateful day in the lobby, but the drama of that voice in
his head first speaking to him, with the barrel of a gun in his mouth, was a Hollywood
moment. That voice also initiated his mystical awakening.

Brian
O’Leary’s mystical awakening happened somewhat later in life, at almost forty,
when he had a remote viewing experience in a human
potential class. He never fully returned to his Ivy League life.[1]

Like Ralph, others came to their radicalizing
moments via their careers. A Justice Department friend saw how it worked
in Detroit with high MPG carburetors, but while he woke up to that reality,
he stayed quiet. Others spoke out, such as Rodney Stich. Originally given the task of investigating
United Airlines plane crashes in the 1960s, Stich opened doors to a world so black
that it nearly defies comprehension. Gary Wean was a police detective, and receiving inside information on the JFK assassination a few
weeks after it happened was part of his awakening. However, it was years later,
when the criminals that run Ventura County targeted him, that his radicalization
really began. He survived a murder attempt among
other outrages that saw him die virtually destitute in Oregon several years ago.
Nearly every person discussed in this section survived either murder attempts
or life-destroying harassment. They all suffered greatly for following their
hearts.

Some
developed a comprehensive (AKA “generalist”) perspective.
I achieved mine by the seat-of-the-britches, but some had the good fortune to
be mentored by R. Buckminster Fuller, such as Adam
Trombly and Steve Meyers.
Steve began studying under Fuller as a teenager, while Trombly began his journey
as a teenager, when he found his deceased
father’s journals. Trombly’s father worked for the USA’s government, and
was reportedly involved with reverse-engineering extraterrestrial technologies
in the 1950s before being murdered by medical means. If Trombly’s story was ever
fully told, it might even be more dramatic than Dennis’s. Many in the free energy field hope that
he someday will.

Most of those radicals
and comprehensivists are geniuses, at least by how the West defines it, and most
had a scientific background. However, they did not arrive at their insights via
their heads, but by their hearts. They all cared and are probably a member
of Mark Twain’s one-in-ten-thousand morally courageous,
although none of them may think of themselves in that way. They were all, to
one degree or another, overgrown Boy Scouts, it being literally true with Brian
and myself and perhaps some others. Because of the physical
plane of existence’s pervasive delusions, and even though we all experienced
moments of clarity, it is doubtful whether any of us have completely laid aside
our nationalistic, religious, capitalistic, scientistic and related scarcity-based
indoctrination. I work on shedding my indoctrination every day, and will
probably never be finished.

I disagreed
with Ralph McGehee, for instance, that his CIA-related realizations were what
anybody else with his information would have deduced. Ralph is guilty of projecting
his pure heart onto others, believing that they shared his motivation. Many of
his CIA brethren had similar opportunities to realize what Ralph did, but few
chose to, and even if they did, almost nobody acted on it. Ralph’s belief that
he was a missionary motivated him
to volunteer for Vietnam in 1968, which nobody primarily concerned with self-preservation
did. Ralph chased his ideals, which led to his rude
awakening. Only fervent believers like Ralph even put themselves in the situation
to figure it out, and only somebody like Ralph was honest enough to finally arrive
at his terrible moment of realization: he really worked for the forces
of darkness, not light. Others awoke to some degree, often becoming zombies
at Langley, but only a handful ever spoke up publicly like Ralph did, and
he paid dearly for his heroic acts of conscience.

There are others who attained, to one degree
or another, radical understandings. I received more political education at the
scholarly knees of radical leftists than any other group, which includes: Noam
Chomsky, Ed Herman and Howard Zinn.
While they did not necessarily go through meat grinders like Dennis and Ralph
did, they attained some fairly radical perspectives, and their high personal integrity
was evident in my interactions with them: they have all been among my most gracious
correspondents.

Brian
O’Leary’s Journey and Mine – Before We Met

Dennis
and my father were born in Washington State to migrant
farm workers, my father in 1936, and Dennis in 1946. Mr.
Professor was a North Dakotan farm boy, born in 1935. Their journeys had
remarkable similarities. Brian was born in 1940 and, in his latest book, he noted
that he and I came to similar viewpoints via independent paths but, as this essay
will demonstrate, we often traversed the same terrain.

Accounts
of Brian’s journey can be found in his books.[2]
From his first book to his latest, his engaging personality is evident. While
studying astronomy at Georgetown, Brian wrote a play that satirized the faculty,
which got him expelled from the program after a fellow student working for the
CIA tattled.[3] The Eagle Scout became an astronaut, and Brian
drank deeply at the well of his nationalistic indoctrination, partly due to being
raised in the seat of the American Revolution in Boston,
but his irreverence toward corrupt authority indicated where he was heading.
After earning his doctorate in astronomy at Berkeley in 1967,
he became an astronaut, and is the first human officially assigned to visit another
planet. Brian joined NASA soon after my father left it, which is the first time
that our paths crossed.

A couple years
after graduating from college with an engineering degree, my father was recruited
to work in NASA’s Mission Control in Houston in 1966. His job was overseeing
the dataflow from the global tracking system. After he had been there about a
month, the tracking system began failing; nobody could figure it out and, as NASA
was about to dismantle it, my father thought about the symptoms for a few minutes
and told his supervisors where the problem was. His diagnosis was correct, and
NASA’s management wondered how somebody only there a month figured it out, when
their best minds could not. Soon after that incident, NASA began begging my father
to move to its headquarters, and that was my first brush with Washington, D.C.
My father possessed a systems perspective that seems to run
in the family.

My father worked
on the Gemini 11 and 12 missions. After the Gemini 12 mission, during my third-grade
Christmas break in 1966, my father took the family on a tour of Mission Control.
At around the same time, he gave my brother and me his Gemini 11 and 12 security
badges, telling us that they would become important mementos of our era. I still
have his Gemini 12 badge, which is reproduced in the images below. I vividly
recall our Mission Control tour. My father sat directly in front of the VIP booth
where President Johnson and other dignitaries would sit when visiting. We toured
Mission Control between the Gemini and Apollo programs, and the Gemini infrastructure
was being upgraded for Apollo. Chris Kraft ran Mission Control, and my father
pointed out Kraft’s console: somebody had attached a toddler’s plastic steering
wheel to it, with typical NASA humor.

Below
are images from my father’s days at NASA.

Click
on image to enlarge

My father and Brian
both moved to Houston from California. In Brian’s The Making of an Ex-Astronaut,
his account of the shock of moving from California to Houston was similar to what
my father later expressed. Neither of them had any desire to live in Texas, but
Johnson’s pork barrel politics placed Mission Control in Houston. The weather
was extreme and the culture was generations behind California’s. We lived in
a new housing development in a Houston suburb. Behind the houses across the street
was a drainage ditch. While we lived there, the neighborhood children encountered
diamondback rattlesnakes, water moccasins, copperhead snakes, turtles, frogs and
other creatures in that ditch. Our street was nearly paved with the frogs that
tires had squished. One day, my brother and a neighbor boy caught an extremely
poisonous coral snake in that ditch, put it in a plastic bag, and my brother took
it home to show our parents. My youngest brother played in our front yard one
evening, soon after he learned to walk. The next morning, my father killed a
copperhead snake on our front porch, but my memories of Houston are fairly pleasant.[4]

Like
Brian, I was in Boy Scouts. Below is an image from my Cub Scout days in Houston.

Click
on image to enlarge

On January 27, 1967,
a month after my family’s tour of Mission Control, during an Apollo 1 training
exercise, a fire killed three astronauts
and my father’s NASA career would soon end.

On
the evening of the Apollo 1 disaster, my scout pack had its annual Pinewood
Derby, where the scouts built wooden cars and raced them down a ramp. The
scouts’ fathers did most, if not all, of the car construction. I doubt that I
contributed anything to the making of my car, which placed third in the pack,
although I seem to recall helping to paint it (or at least watching!). My father
did not mention anything that evening about the day’s events at work, but he immediately
turned on the TV when we got home, and news of the Apollo 1 disaster dominated
the media. Watching that news and the funeral a few days later were among my
starker childhood memories, and reminded me of watching JFK’s
funeral a few years earlier.

In
the Apollo 1 disaster’s aftermath, NASA’s environment became hyper-political,
with everybody trying to deflect blame. My father was no politician, did not
like living in Houston and wanted out, less than a year after we moved there.
He received a transfer to his former job at the Navy. However, the establishment
obtained vengeance for my father’s abandoning the space race: a military official
refused to reimburse the $4,000 cost of moving back to California, which was about
a quarter of my father’s annual salary. My father was bitter for many years afterward
about that non-reimbursement incident, and leaving NASA also scuttled his career.
He got his old job back, but instead of enjoying meteoric career advancement into
NASA’s upper echelons, his job became a dead-end and he left the government’s
employ several years later.

We left
Houston a few months before Brian moved there. Although Brian was an astronomer
and Mars specialist (which was why he was named the science specialist for the
first manned Mars mission), all of the Mercury and Gemini astronauts had military
pilot backgrounds and Brian was expected to become a pilot as part of his astronaut
training. Even though flying the spacecraft would have undoubtedly not
been one of Brian’s Mars mission duties, each astronaut was given the aviation
equivalent of a sports coupe (a T-38) and was required to log
many hours per month flying it. When Brian joined the astronaut program, several
astronauts had already died crashing
that plane. During his stint in the astronaut program, Brian began flight
training. Also, when he joined, NASA’s future funding was already diminishing,
and the initial, ambitious plans for a manned Mars mission were repeatedly delayed,
to eventually be canceled. On Brian’s first day at NASA, they actively encouraged
his group to resign, and they eventually became known as the “Excess Eleven.”
As can be seen on that Wikipedia page regarding
Brian’s group, he has been “erased” from NASA’s website and in an
interview that Brian gave in January 2009, he mentioned how Caltech (California
Institute of Technology), where he used to teach, has also erased him.

Brian signed on for the peaceful exploration
of space, but NASA began adding military objectives to its missions. Brian did
not like living in Houston, was unhappy with the gradual militarization of NASA
(he and my father both had to pass rigorous security clearance investigations,
as did everybody that high in NASA’s hierarchy), and Mars mission delays all contributed
to Brian leaving the astronaut program, but the final straw was flight training.
Brian quit the astronaut program immediately after his second solo flight, as
he white-knuckled the landing. Brian calculated that even if he had a pilot’s
background, his chances of dying in a T-38 crash were about 20% before he even
went on the Mars mission, so he resigned in 1968, lasting about as long in Houston
as my father did. Part of our aviation connection is that I nearly
went to the Air Force Academy.

After
Brian resigned from the astronaut corps, Carl Sagan recruited him to teach science at Cornell.
In those days, Brian and Sagan were the world’s two leading Mars experts. Brian’s
experiences in the 1960s at Berkeley, the home of American
radicalism at the time, helped develop his political perspective, and in 1970,
Brian and two other Cornell professors protested Nixon’s “secret war” against
Cambodia in Washington D.C. (along with 100,000 others). Instead of being treated
with truncheons and fire hoses, Nixon’s staff invited them into the White House
to present their grievances. Brian almost entered the Oval Office, but was stopped
at the door by H.R. Haldeman. Brian headlined the national news with that protest,
and it was one of his many lifelong encounters with Washington D.C.[5]

As with most of our free energy fellow travelers,
Brian and I are nature lovers. Brian climbed the Matterhorn, and a primary reason
why I live in Seattle is so I can hike in the mountains.

Brian
bounced around academia’s top institutions, led the science teams on some of NASA’s
planetary probe missions and was an establishment cog, if a sometimes-noisy one.
His life seemed headed down the pipe-smoking, professor’s path to a comfortable
retirement, until a fateful day in 1979 when he took a human potential course.

My mystical awakening
began in 1974 in a Silva Mind Control class, when I experienced and witnessed
what are today called “remote viewing” experiences. Back then it was called the
Edgar Cayce Method. I accurately described people I had never met and correctly
diagnosed their medical condition. More spectacularly, a woman took my “case”
and described my first employer in ways that she
should not have known. In 1979, I took the human potential class est,
which was the last such course that I have taken (I knew that I had all the tools
I needed – the trick is using them). In 1979, Brian took a course called Lifespring,
which was an amalgam of est and Silva. Brian performed the same exercise
that I did, and had a startlingly successful remote viewing experience.
It began his mystical awakening and eventual departure from the establishment.
That exercise, which millions of people have completed with similar results, clearly
delineates the fatal flaws in the rationalist-materialist
paradigm that dominates the scientific establishment, and how inadequate mechanistic
science is for understanding reality. Without our mystical awakening, our journeys
would have been far shorter, if they would have even begun. Brian later admitted
it publicly and I feel similarly: if we knew the price we would pay for chasing
our dreams, we may not have even started. I know that I was guided on
my journey (a voice in your head, twice in my instance - 1,
2 - giving you the answers you desperately seek,
tends to remove any doubts), and I have no regrets, but in this lifetime want no more journeys like that one.

In 1982, Brian and I moved to Southern California.
I began my CPA apprenticeship in Los Angeles,
and Brian abandoned academic life and moved there to work for an aerospace contractor.
Brian refused to work on military space applications. He helped get Buzz Aldrin
a job and shared an office with him, but in the 1980s, Reagan’s Star Wars program
dominated space efforts. In 1986, Brian was laid off from his position, just
prior to being vested for retirement benefits. His office was given to a former
Air Force colonel deluged with funding to research what America’s military strategy
might be after a nuclear holocaust.[6] In 1986, I desperately prayed for
guidance and, for the second and so far last time in my life, the voice suggested what I should do, and I met Dennis Lee in Seattle mere days later. That
same year, I ended up in Brian’s hometown of Boston as I chased
Dennis across the continent, and we also delved the American Revolution mythology
during our Boston days.[7] For Brian and me, 1986 marked our departure from
the establishment, although I eventually returned to corporate life (I work in
civilian high-technology today). Soon after I met Dennis, Brian began a globetrotting
odyssey, visiting free energy and fringe science laboratories, becoming involved
with the UFO phenomenon, visiting Sai Baba and other talented psychics
and playing the “Paul Revere” of free energy.[8]

During Brian’s establishment days, his peers
were astronauts and the world’s leading scientists. He advised several USA presidential
candidates, briefed people such as Robert McNamara and neoconservatives Richard
Perle and Paul Wolfowitz (Brian described those encounters as strange[9]), and often lived in the spotlight’s
bright glare. During my days with Dennis, we also lived in that glare, but it
was more the spotlight of being attacked by the corrupt
media and the energy interests’ minions. Although millions of Americans have
heard of Dennis, his profile is presently low and disinformation
specialists dog his steps, but he has always drawn keen interest from those
in places so high that they look at the USA’s
president as little more than an errand boy. Dennis has written about the
billion-dollar offer that he received in 1988 to
stop pursuing free energy, but that is only a small fraction of the attention
that we received. I recently disclosed more of
our experiences, but the more spectacular events will have to wait until I can
reveal them. Also, as I was writing this essay’s first draft, Dennis ended up
in the spotlight again, which is discussed at this footnote.[10]

All high-level free energy activists known
to me possess information that is not safe to publicly disclose. Usually, their
silence is to protect those close to them. In
some instances, it is for self-preservation. I do not like having “inside information,”
and when people offer it to me, I will decline the opportunity if I can. As enticing
as that inside information may seem, it is rarely necessary to know names and
dates, and they can be dangerous to know. I provide some of that inside information
(1, 2), and
the real names for most of the pseudonyms used in my work are readily discovered with a modicum of research.[11]

My days of radicalization were briefer and
harsher than Brian’s but, by 1991, when we first met, our paths brought us to
similar territory. In 1990, I moved to Ohio.

By the time I
left Southern California in 1990, I had just about seen it all in the mystical/New
Age scene. I had belonged to several meditation, spirituality and channeling
groups over the years, but was not quite finished forming/joining such organizations.
In Ohio, I encountered the most impressive mystical community that I ever saw.
In Southern California, for every accomplished mystic there were a hundred dabblers,
predators and other pretenders, but the community
I encountered in Ohio was primarily comprised of dedicated and accomplished individuals.
Light and darkness are often found side-by-side on earth, and Ohio was no exception:
most of the mystical activities that I was involved with happened in the shadow
of Wright Patterson Air Force Base, which is the world’s largest. Next to the
base is Wright State University (where animal experiments are performed underground
– you can sometimes hear the subterranean dogs barking as you walk through the
halls), and a few miles away is Yellow Springs, which hosted Antioch College (which
closed in 2008). Yellow Springs was the closest thing to the California scene
to be found in Ohio, but anachronistically, with liberal arts students wearing
tie-dye shirts (something I had not seen since the early 1970s) and playing violins
and flutes in the nearby woods.

Dayton
had an active branch of the U.S. Psychotronics Association, which
explores the relationship of consciousness and science and, in the summer of 1991,
their national meeting was held in Yellow Springs. The Air Force personnel who
participated in such events were placed under surveillance for “national security”
reasons. I was unemployed (just before I landed my controller position at a trucking company),
and worked at the conference. I ferried conference speakers to and from the airport,
and picked up Brian and had no idea who he was.

Within
a few minutes, Brian’s knowledge about free energy became evident. I mentioned
some of Sparky Sweet’s personal details without naming him,
and Brian not only knew who Sparky was but considered him a friend. We drove
past Wright Patterson and joked that we should fill a couple of busloads of conference
attendees and drive to the front gates and innocently ask for a tour of Hangar
18 and the Blue
Room. It was a fun half-hour drive with Brian, and five years later we connected
again when he published Miracle in the Void. Not only did he write one
of the most brilliant, succinct accounts that I had seen of the “Suppression Syndrome,” Brian
was about the first person I encountered from the free energy community who did
not disparage Dennis when the subject came up. With depressing frequency, Dennis’s
fellow alternative energy travelers repeat each other’s
lies about him, which only reinforced my lesson that personal integrity is
the world’s scarcest, and most precious, commodity.
I bought thirty-five copies of Miracle in the Void for my friends and family.
Brian is a scientist, but his books are not rigorous scientific tomes on free
energy physics; instead they survey big, radical ideas, similar in structure and
content to something like Thomas Kuhn’s The Structure of Scientific Revolutions.

In 1997, I began full-time research on the
subject matter that became my website. In 1998, I called Brian on the day that
the new “Face on Mars” images were released to the public.[12]
In early 2001, I spent a few months finishing a ten-year effort of looking into
the moon landings, and became satisfied that nothing
about them was fabricated. I also found evidence that largely removed Brian’s residual doubt about the landings.

In August 2001, Brian invited
me to California, and I chauffeured and hosted him while we had surreal encounters
with public officials in Sacramento, which I publicly disclose for the first time
at this footnote.[13] My midlife
crisis began in 2000, and centered on the idea that my life’s work was an
exercise in futility. At about the same time that I was hosting Brian in California,
I was helping to take the heat off of Ralph McGehee. The next month,
America experienced the 9/11 terror attacks and my midlife crisis entered
its nightmare phase. I completed my website in September 2002 and planned to
resume my career, just as the war drums began beating
for the invasion of Iraq. I was unemployed in the wake of the
dot.com collapse and had a front-row seat to the invasion. For several years,
I was in constant emotional agony, with the feeling of a spike being driven into
my chest. In the spring of 2003, just as George Bush was making his Nuremberg-like
Mission Accomplished
speech on an aircraft carrier[14], Brian invited
me to help found the New Energy Movement (“NEM”),
and our first meeting was held at his home in June. I resumed my career the next
month. In retrospect, joining NEM was a mistake: I was in poor emotional shape
to be joining something like that. We had a few board meetings, and in May 2004
we began planning the conference that we held that September.
The next week, one of our conference speakers, Eugene Mallove, was murdered in
what few of us think was a random crime. That was the
beginning of the end of my days with NEM; I resigned the day after the conference
and Brian moved to Ecuador a few weeks later. Brian later publicly admitted that
Mallove’s death helped inspire him to move, which is understandable; being a free
energy activist in the USA is life-risking behavior.

Brian
has had a lifelong and possibly codependent relationship with
Washington D.C.[15] I have never been there and have
actively avoided the place. Washington D.C. is the empire’s heart, like Rome
or London used to be. Not only is Washington D.C. activism hazardous (1, 2, 3, 4), going
to D.C., thinking that anybody there will really help, is like beseeching
the pharaoh. I believe that the very act of looking to the so-called power centers
for solutions to our problems is giving our power away and, regarding radical
issues such as free energy, people approaching corporate America or the government
are defeated before they even begin. My years with Dennis and watching other
activists try the D.C. and corporate routes led me to that conclusion. After
I resigned from NEM, I worked long hours in corporate America, trying to recover
from all those years of lost income during my planetary healing pursuits.

I had been trying to live
the quiet life and was struggling through my midlife crisis when, in the summer
of 2006, a Bush administration invitation to Washington D.C. was personally delivered
to my home. It was part of an election-year ploy to showcase alternative energy
technology. I had seen the Clinton administration toy with a similar strategy
regarding Brown’s Gas. I declined the invitation
for a few reasons, not the least of which was that I had no desire to have tea at the White House. Synchronistically, a couple
weeks after I declined the D.C. invitation, Brian spoke
in front of the White House on the fifth anniversary of 9/11. Maybe people
like Brian, Dennis or Greer will have success with their D.C. activism, but I
doubt that I will be a part of it.

Paradoxically,
that White House invitation helped end my midlife crisis. In the invitation’s
wake, I obtained professional help, and by the end of 2006 my midlife crisis was
waning. It was the most sustained anguish that I ever experienced.

Over
the past several years, I have periodically written new essays and updated some of my older ones. I have
been writing technical business documents since I resumed my career and hope to
re-edit my site one day, but am in no rush. Since 2007, Brian and I have been
gradually coming back into each other’s orbit. I helped proofread his latest
book, and he quotes me a few times in it. Of all the free energy and radical
activists that I have encountered, Brian’s perspective comes about the closest
that I have seen to mine.

Brian finished
the epilogue of his latest book with an excerpt from an email of mine, written
in 2008, where I wrote:

“I believe that free energy can
only be pursued by the fully sentient, or those closely so. I think that is the
intent of whoever set up this earth game. As you know, people at a high
level of sentience are extremely hard to find these days, which is part of the
conundrum. So, my approach has been to seek people who genuinely seek the
truth and solutions, and give them something to chew on. I had not seen
that approach tried yet, which is why I ended up doing
my site.

“The Lone Rangers of free energy
get picked off one at a time, like ducks in a shooting
gallery. If they can overcome their own limitations to the degree where
they try to mount any kind of effort, their allies usually present more of a hazard
than the Big Boys [AKA “global controllers” –ed.]
do. There is currently not enough collective integrity in the masses to
overcome their inertia and the organized suppression, and almost every activist
group I have ever heard of hacks at the branches of the issues and is hooked
on their particular scarcity-based way of viewing the world.

“So, an untried avenue, at least
as far as I saw, was just trying to help the awake and awakening see the big picture
and where the primary leverage point is: energy. If they can just understand
that and how the world really works, we may be onto something. Although
time is very short, I think that any effort that attempts to go straight from
ignorance to storming the free energy Bastille (or with a brief interlude where
we collectively nod and delude ourselves that we have the right stuff) is doomed
from within and easily defeated by the Big Boys. It is not easy to grok the free
energy milieu and conundrum. I am only seeking to help people see that picture.

“If
a sizeable group (probably several thousand) can
get that far, and truly let go of its scarcity-based beliefs, at least while pondering
the free energy milieu, then we might have a chance to get active from there.
Again, I have seen almost all the best and biggest names of American free energy
activism wave the flag [make an appeal to nationalism – ed.], and I am doing my
best to get beyond all scarcity-based thinking, or at least point it out when
it rears its head. I think that, because all earthly groups currently promote their favored
brand of scarcity-based consciousness, people try to pander to it to get their
foot in the door. I think that strategy is doomed from the outset. For
that reason, approaching any group may not be the way to go, but those thousands
will come from many walks of life. Heck, nothing has come close to working
yet, but this at least seems like it may have a chance, although it is truly looking
for needles in haystacks.”[16]

The
term “sentience” can be subject to wide interpretation, and I mean it in the way
that Einstein did, which is discussed at this footnote.[17] Humanity’s herd
behaviors are a vestige of our pre-sentient epoch, when tree-dwelling primates
adopted herd behaviors for survival purposes. To be sentient is to think
and escape one’s herd conditioning. A monkey can be trained to wave a flag on
cue, and the manifestations of American nationalism
since 9/11 have been at about that level of sentience. Being captive to one’s
conditioning is largely why scarcity-based ideologies
thrive today.

Perhaps the greatest
free energy irony is that Dennis, Brian, Greer and other activists are well aware
of highly-developed free energy technology, but they also know that the global
controllers are doing their best to prevent humanity from enjoying its benefits,
so they pursue its development independently, which would be difficult enough
under “normal” circumstances. Brian likens current efforts by free energy inventors
to the Wright brothers and their first planes,
and that we are a long way from airlines crisscrossing the globe. As far as the
public is concerned, there is great truth to that statement, but the global controllers
have supersonic planes at their disposal,
while the masses have yet to become airborne.

My
free energy fellow travelers have seen many casualties during our journeys, from
premature and sometimes-violent deaths to destroyed psyches and lives. Those
of us still at it are survivors and, to one degree or another, stand on the shoulders
of those who came before us.

This
essay presents some paths to radicalization known to me, and how they were similar
and diverse. Useful information and ideas can be found in my work or Brian’s
or Greer’s, but each of us has a responsibility to develop our own awareness (which
is, after all, the only possession that we take
with us), and I have yet to see anybody achieve radical perspectives via books
and academia. Experience is the key, and experience in the service of an awakened
heart seems to be the path to worthwhile radical perspectives. Jesus, Buddha
and Gandhi were radicals. Mignon McLaughlin is credited with stating, "Every
society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers." To be radical
does not mean trying to cause trouble, but that it often ends up that way, when
the establishment resists the changes that the radicals represent.

Radical
perspectives are not necessarily comprehensive, but comprehensive perspectives
are usually radical. People with scientific training attain comprehensive perspectives most often, but
radical perspectives also regularly cross disciplinary boundaries. We know virtually
nothing about the universe, which only scientists as internally secure as an Einstein
are able to admit. It is not difficult to realize how little mainstream science
knows and how unscientific scientists can act.
Looking to mainstream science for the answers is
a doomed strategy.

When those known to me finally
had their radicalizing moments, everything they thought they knew became fair
game for reconsideration. Although I can see, in convenient retrospect, how my
life’s path prepared me for my radicalization, it was not until my
moment on the witness stand, when I finally acknowledged evil and its innumerable
accomplices, that I was able to relinquish many aspects of my indoctrination.
Others have called it their “emotional moment” and other terms, but it meant arriving
at a state where they saw events in a new light, and one far closer to the truth
than what they had been taught. If you have yet to achieve your radicalized perspective,
you will attain it through your experiences, not somebody else’s. Radical
scholarship can only help complete your understanding.

For
those achieving radical perspectives, new avenues of thought and action await.
For those attaining a comprehensive perspective, it may become evident that economic scarcity conditions the human journey
in ways that are seemingly invisible to most people, but resolving the scarcity
issue is arguably the primary path of humanity’s and the planet’s healing, and
free energy is central to that dynamic. A key barometer of humanity’s awakening
will be when enough people truly begin considering the energy issue, and particularly
the alternative technologies that use what is variously called new energy, free
energy, etc. Then we can have, as Brian calls it, The Energy Solution Revolution.
I hope I live to see it happen.

[2] See Brian O’ Leary’s The Making of an Ex-Astronaut,
Exploring Inner and Outer Space, The Second Coming of Science, Re-Inheriting
the Earth, Miracle in the Void, and The Energy Solution Revolution.

[3] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution,
p. 188. There is also a lengthy discussion of that play and how it affected his
national security review to become an astronaut in The Making of an Ex-Astronaut.

[4]
In Houston, my mind was nurtured on a scale that I had yet
to experience. My brother and I attended a Saturday morning science class at
a natural history museum, and I brought fossils that I had collected for the teacher
to identify. At my grade school, I was placed in the “honors” third-grade class,
and at year-end was one of two students selected to participate in a gifted program
for that summer, which was the first of several gifted programs that I was selected
for over the coming years, during Johnson’s Great Society era. My teachers remarked
on my keen interest in science and nature from the first grade onward. In Houston,
my father began teaching me octal and binary numbering systems, and after a one-hour
checkers match where I nearly beat him, he took a long look at me and said that
it was time that I learned chess. I memorized the books my parents read to me
almost before I could walk, and in the third grade I became a voracious reader
– a habit that I have yet to relinquish. Touring Mission Control in 1966 helped
ignite my lifelong interest in space exploration.

[8] See Brian O’Leary’s Miracle in the Void for
his “Paul Revere” activities, and his Exploring Inner and Outer Space and
The Second Coming of Science chronicle his early days of exploring the
frontiers of science.

“Lee
pled guilty to eight felony charges in the State of California, which charged
him with criminal violations of the Seller’s Assisted Marketing Plan Act, CAL.
CIV. CODE §§ 1812.201-22, as well as common law fraud in connection with his marketing
of a heat pump that purportedly generated electricity. PX07 (Cal.); PX07A,
Lee v. Ventura County Sheriff’s Dept., No. 90-56368, 1992 U.S. App. LEXIS
7361 at *1 (9th Cir. 1992) (recounting facts of case and affirming dismissal of
convict Lee’s lawsuit against state law enforcement personnel).

“Notably,
in their promotional materials, the defendants falsely deny that Lee was convicted
of crimes in California. PX13 at 24 (“Having never been officially convicted .
. . Dennis was illegally kidnapped by the State of California and put into prison”);
see PX15 at 7:16 (“he was never actually even convicted”).”

To
an uninitiated reader, the above text can appear to state that Dennis pled guilty
to fraud. He did not, but the FTCmisleadingly
conjoins his plea with the charges. Dennis pled guilty to unintentionally
failing to file a form and pay $50, and even then the court reneged on their
end of the bargain. The reality is far more complex than the FTC represents,
but it is technically true that in Ventura County’s corrupt legal environment,
failing to file a form and pay $50 became a “felony,” even though the judge
said that Dennis was not convicted of criminal
intent, which the prosecution affirmed.
Even Dennis’s prison records stated that his crime was failing to file the form,
and was classified as a misdemeanor. The “common law fraud” charges were
dropped soon after I helped get Dennis out of jail
and he was able to defend himself. Such artful confusion between the charges
and conviction is purposefulon the FTC’s part.
That text was not a minor part of their filing, but was the centerpiece of their
contention that Dennis was a recidivist criminal that needed to be immediately
stopped. The “illegally kidnapped” claim probably relates to the fact that
after the courts violated their end of the plea bargain, Dennis withdrew his plea
(so the case would go to trial), and the courts ignored it and sent him straight
to prison, putting him in there with
murderers.

While
reading the charges and evidence, memories came streaming back to me from the
1980s, as I saw similar tactics to those that Ventura County, Washington State and
other law enforcement jurisdictions used, which include:

Avoiding
actual testing of the technology in question (and suppressing all testing
evidence), and then parading “experts” on the witness
stand who have never even seen the technology, but who look at a drawing and say
it will never work;

Except
for a brief stint in the winter
of 1996-1997, I have not been involved with Dennis’s companies since 1988, so
I do not know if his high MPG technology works as advertised, but I know
that high MPG carburetors have existed for about eighty
years, at least since Pogue. I will be quite surprised if the data that
Dennis advertises is not genuine, and testing Dennis’s claims about his high MPG
technology should be child’s play (put gasoline into a car and drive it, while
measuring how much gasoline is put in and how many miles are driven).
We will see if the FTC tests those claims or tries to suppress the evidence.

[11]
I have never encountered anybody who performed any of that research,
however. I have never, with the exception of Mr.
Skeptic, seen any of my critics do any research, as they assailed my
credibility. In Mr. Skeptic’s case, after he pored through primary documents
and “research” for several months, he dishonestly used the equivalent of tabloid clippings to make the case
that ours was a criminal enterprise. I am now more than half convinced that Mr.
Skeptic is being compensated for his “skeptical” efforts.

[12] Brian was a prominent participant in the Face
on Mars controversy. See The Case for the Face, edited by Stanley
McDaniel and Monica Rix Paxson.

[13] I drove from Seattle to meet Brian in Sacramento, where he was speaking
at a fringe science conference that fell apart just before I arrived. When I
picked Brian up, he said that several alternative energy activists were going
to meet with the California governor’s energy advisors in the capitol building.
I met several alternative energy activists that day, including Mark Comings, Hal
Fox and Fred Wood. Gray Davis would soon lose his job to Arnold Schwarzenegger,
largely over the energy issue, as Enron and friends
were raping California in one of capitalism’s greatest scandals (at least
until this latest series of scandals). One
might think that the governor would be interested in energy solutions in the midst
of that crisis, but we had about the strangest encounter with the Californian
government that I ever heard of, and that is saying something.

The meeting was scheduled
in the capitol building, but a sign said that it had been canceled. We then wandered
over to the governor’s office to ask what had happened. Fred Wood worked on the
Manhattan Project and escaped a convalescent facility to be there with us, shuffling
along with his four-legged cane. Hal Fox was in his seventies and Brian in his
sixties. Mark and I were the group’s youngsters, in our forties. The California
Highway Patrol provides capitol security, and immediately after our obviously
non-threatening group entered the governor’s office lobby, a couple of mesomorphic
Highway Patrol officers followed us in, assessing our security threat. After
receiving little information from the governor’s office, we stood on the capitol
building’s steps awaiting some resolution, and I chatted with Fred and Hal. After
about an hour of waiting, we were told that the meeting had been moved a few blocks
away to the California Energy Commission’s building. As we entered, suddenly
a security guard appeared and blocked my path, asking where we were going. We
replied that we were attending a meeting with the governor’s energy advisors.
The public was walking past us, but we were prevented from progressing further.
Brian futilely tried using his former-astronaut credentials to get past the guard.

Another alternative energy
inventor/activist had a scheduled meeting at the Energy Commission’s offices for
that afternoon, and we stood on the sidewalk outside the building, waiting for
him to arrive. The security guard then came out and told us that “loitering”
around the building was illegal, and he directed us to leave the area. Effectively,
we were being run out of town. That was a rich moment: while energy gangsters
were raping California under the rubric of deregulation, people advocating solutions
were being run out of the capitol. Immediately after being ordered to leave,
the activist arrived. He was stunned by our treatment, stormed into the building
and hauled out two bureaucrats to meet with us. We had our “meeting” on the sidewalk
for a few minutes before the bureaucrats scurried back to their offices. Brian
later spoke at California Energy Commission hearings, but nothing came of it,
as usual. I later learned that the person organizing the meetings had threatened
to stage a protest, which frightened the bureaucrats and led to our treatment.

[14] Before it was known as the place where war crimes trials were held,
Nuremberg was where the Nazis held their annual rallies. In perhaps Hitler’s
most famous rally, in 1934, he arrived at the rally by plane. That stunt was
the opening scene of Hitler’s most famous propaganda film Triumph
of the Will.

“The
really valuable thing in the pageant of life seems to me not the political state,
but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble
and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought, dull in feeling.”

Einstein
fled Nazi Germany in the 1930s with a price on his head for his “Jewish” scientific
theories, and he referred directly toward the Germany that he knew (before
Hitler’s rise) with,

“This
topic brings me to the worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which
I abhor. That a man can take pleasure in marching for hours to the strains of
a band is enough to make me despise him. He has only been given his big brain
by mistake; unprotected spinal marrow was all he needed. This plague-spot of
civilization should be abolished at all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless
violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism –
how passionately I hate them! How vile and despicable seems war to me! I would
rather be hacked to pieces than take part in such an abominable business. My
opinion of the human race is high enough that I believe this bogey would have
disappeared long ago, had the sound sense of the peoples not been systematically
corrupted by commercial and political interests acting through the schools and
the Press.”

Sentience
is something that all humans are capable of, but whether we achieve and maintain
it is up to each one of us. Reverting to herd behaviors is to abdicate one’s
sentience, in my opinion.